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 Jan 2020 Sylph
Ashly Kocher
Ok
 Jan 2020 Sylph
Ashly Kocher
Ok
I’m
Ok




I’m
Ok



I’m
Ok

I
Am
Not
Ok

It’s ok
Not to be
Ok

Some days are just hard
Some weeks are long
It’s how you pick yourself back up And move along...

I am
Not
Ok

I
Will
Be
Ok

One day.
 Jan 2020 Sylph
jay
Watch Me Cry
 Jan 2020 Sylph
jay
.Take Me Away.
D R Y   M Y   E Y E S
.Bring the color back to my skies.
 Jan 2020 Sylph
Anastasia
Take a sip
Strawberry syrup
Sweet and soft
But never enough
Strawberry sweetness
Smooth in your mouth
Tangy but not sour
Covering the dollhouse
Strawberry syrup
Dripping from your lips
Red
On your fingertips
Staining the lace
On your pretty white dress
Strawberry syrup
Making a mess
Can’t see through the syrupy haze
Covering my eyes in a strawberry glaze
 Jan 2020 Sylph
nevaeh
red ink
 Jan 2020 Sylph
nevaeh
if i write you
will you love me
if i kiss you
will you kiss back
if i hurt you
will you leave me
if i break you
will you find happiness again

dont give me your heart
because i am clumsy
and i will likely drop it
then step on it
and not even realize what i've done
 Jan 2020 Sylph
Nyx
Am I
 Jan 2020 Sylph
Nyx
Am I kind?
Am I good?
Am I all that you think?
Or am I just a curse
Such an awful little jinx
Chewing up your soul
Leaving you broken links
Rueing the day you choose me
Drawing you to the brinks
Cursing my name under breath
Sighs in anger and defeat
Growing tired of this self-hatred
Sipping on poison-filled sweets
So silence the roaring cries
Of this good person that you seek
As they are nowhere to be found
I am but another selfish freak
 Jan 2020 Sylph
Denxai Mcmillon
When a poet loves an artist
something
Oh, something
Clicks
In a way where
her art
becomes
his word.
his words spent
trying
Oh, trying
To capture the beauty that is her work
Like the tide to the shore
He'll throw himself into attempts
Only to find
he can only bring with him
The surface.
 Jan 2020 Sylph
Love
how does one love a poet?
between the lines of their spoken words
and their haiku's.
a jumbled nonsense to an untrained ear
but a masterpiece
to the ones who take your poems
the ones they've studied
and they dissected
because they find them*  almost
as beautiful
as the way your soul shines
when you coin a poem
about the one who
coins their poems
about you.


*the delicate intertwining process of loving a poet.
I'm in love with you and all your little things.
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